"Come here boy, come here boy! Oh yes.... that’s a good boy.” the shadow looming over him, the pain, the rhythmic, unbridled pain. The tom was so much bigger than him, a monster. Someone he was suppose to trust, but he was hurting him. Was this suppose to hurt? Why did it hurt? What did he do-

Dimitri’s eyes popped open and he found himself in his home. He was shaking and breathing fast. Images were replaying in his mind of his past and he couldn’t take it- He gasped as Dagon took over. 
Dagon was... an interesting one of the alters. He was a protector and a persector now- but more on the protective side. His former job was the truama holder.
Dagon was the first alter and anyone who commented on his mood could fuck off promptly. He could hear the others trying to the console Dimitri is the headspace and decided to let it be.

He hated Dimitri’s body. It was so frail and small. It wasn’t him, Dagon was tough. Dagon was the fucking brick wall.
The alter shifted, until he was a taller, broader tom with black eyes. Dagon was pure, dusty brown. No other unique markings.
He shifted back into Dimitri’s form, and walked outside to face the clanners in the bright morning.
"speech"

Dagon turned and took a step back at the approaching stranger, sniffing to take in his scent and flicking the body's tail. He looks the male up and down, judging him, investigating him. Unsure. He seemed too nice and too welcoming. Distrust.

Kiri- Kiri- fuck it. God, fuck these japanese names. So complicated.

"I'm Dimitri. W- What brings you here?"